[HaruhiKyoya] A what if regarding the bedroom scene, you know exactly what scene. Kyoya suddenly finds what had first started as intimidation had suddenly turned into something far too intimate. One Shot.

Author's Note: I read the manga,
saw the anime (which was surprisingly much better then the manga) and
fell in love. I saw this pairing and thought why the hell not? Though
usually I don't do romance and when I do, I tend to fail horribly
which is why if you haven't noticed I tend to try not to do
pairings.

I wanted to give it a little twist,
though how successful I was at it is entirely up to you. Let me know
what you think.

Oh yeah… you know me, it's a
one shot. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not Ouran Host
Club or any related characters, all rights and ownerships belong to
their respective owners.

Temptation

One Shot

Haruhi /
Kyoya

Haruhi stared
at herself in the mirror and sighed, having long ago gotten used to
her father packing her clothes and wondered how much he had spent on
them this time.

She held the material between her
finger tips and examined the feel, it looked suspiciously expensive…
but then who was she to judge on clothes?

As long as she had something to
wear, she hadn't practically cared what she had looked like. She
wasn't like most girls who cared about what they wore, who examined
themselves for hours searching for that flaw that would ruin their
self image and caking their faces with layers of make-up.

In fact Haruhi didn't really care
what people thought of her, it was one of her greatest strengths and…
her greatest weaknesses. She frowned, she didn't even understand
why everyone was so upset, she had been taking care of herself for so
long that having them fussing over her and on something so stupid as
that incident with those idiot boys was… well… stupid.

Okay, so she didn't know how to
defend herself and okay she shouldn't have jumped in like that but
what was she supposed to do? Let those boys pick on her classmates?
Was it so bad that she wanted to protect those girls? It was obvious
that they didn't know how to deal with those boys, at least with
her (her being a commoner) knew how to deal with them, even if she
didn't know how to fight.

Alright, so the incident had
gotten out of hand and the fact that she wasn't a very good swimmer
ranked right up there with one of her worse decisions but she hadn't
thought that the incident would end up so bad.

Haruhi looked
at her image glumly and let out another sigh… maybe she should
apologize…

She slowly turned and left the
bathroom when the lights suddenly blacked out.

She stopped startled and then let
out another sigh, she'd search for the circuit breaker first, it
was obvious the guys were useless when it came to these things.

Haruhi stumbled
into the nearest room, clutching her mouth, her eyes wide with
horror, she could feel her stomach churn in protest, the bile rising
and she struggled to keep it down.

Her eyes spied the bathroom door
where steam was still rising from recent use but her mind was on
other things, like how her stomach really didn't like all the crabs
she had eaten.

She slammed the door behind her
before going straight to the toilet and hurling out all the not so
wonderful and tasty crabs anymore.

She grimaced in dismay, what a
waste she thought glumly.

She flushed the toilet and then
went to the sink to rinse her mouth and helped herself to some of the
mouthwash available. Once she was done she glimpsed herself in the
mirror, well… she thought, at least I don't look sick…

It then occurred to her that she
was in someone's bathroom… a recently used bathroom where
moisture still clung to the tiles and the steam was still rising.

A sense of dread settled over her
and she slowly opened the door…

It looked like I ran into the
closest room available, she thought guiltily, keeping a special
eye out for the room's occupant and immediately spying said
occupant of the room.

She assimilated that the occupant
was half naked, wet (obviously from his shower), tall and lean and
just so happened to be very handsome with a towel over his
shoulders but seeing as she was surrounded by gorgeous boys almost
every day he barely twitched on her radar… though she had to admit
he was definitely yummy.

"I see you're done." He said
calmly as if it was everyday for a stranger to be found puking her
guts out in his bathroom.

She made a break for the exit too
embarrassed to stay for long.

"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed,
grabbing the door's handle and yanking it open, "I didn't mean
to walk into a stranger's room! I cleaned the bathroom so you don't
have to worry!" And was about to make a run for it when the male
occupant of the room exclaimed in an insulted tone.

"Hey, hey, its just me!"

It was a very familiar voice.

She turned and saw him hold up
glasses on a now recognizable face and almost sagged with relief.
"Kyoya sempai!" She said before quickly looking around, "Where
is everyone?"

"They established the committee
for discovering Nekozawa's true identity and wandered off." He
explained in a bored tone and placing his glasses on the table.

Haruhi blinked
slowly. "Oh." She did remember something about a blonde… was
that Nekozawa?

"Well?" he asked slowly
uncapping his water bottle, "Are you going to apologise to Tamaki?"

She sighed, not sure as how to
reply. "It seems like I worried everyone… I'm sorry." She
said grudgingly.

He glanced at her, his cool eyes
seeing right though her and took a sip of his drink. "I wasn't
worried." He stated bluntly.

"Really?" she asked happier now
that she knew that there was one less person to apologise to.

"Mmm… I was far more concerned
in stopping the twins from beating up those morons and committing
murder." He remarked casually.

"Ah…" A heavy feeling began
to settle in her gut as she sensed more evilness in the making.

"I also had to arrange for
flowers to be sent to our customer as a form of apology." He said
staring straight at her, his gaze screaming "you owe me money!!"

Argh!! She
thought frantically, the heavy feeling her in stomach now becoming
sharp like a knife to the gut, how much does it cost to send
flowers to a person? How much did she owe him now?! "That must
have caused you a lot of trouble…" she laughed nervously.

"Never mind that," he said,
placing the bottle on the table and moving towards her. "Shall we
do something far more interesting?" He asked, almost purring those
words as he casually grabbed her wrist and backed her against the
wall.

"Huh?" For a second Haruhi's
mind went blank, the shock of Kyoya's sudden mood change or was it
his behavior? Had her almost gapping at him. Never mind the fact that
he had her pined to the wall, his lean, wet body towering over her
own that it just occurred to her how much strength lay hidden in that
thin body. She was thinking more along the lines of… WOAH!!! Who
invaded the body of Kyoya sempai?

He smiled, a slow seductive smile
and leaned down until their faces were level and brushed his lips
against her cheek, slowly trailing his lips towards her neck. "Like
what a man and woman would do…" he purred.

A shiver swept down her spine and
her eyes widened. "Huh?" she exclaimed dumbly just as she was
dragged towards the bed and flung onto it, landing on her back with
an "oomph!" Her whole body was going into shock as her mind
processed on what was happening and then she noticed the light
dimming and immediately sprung into action. "Wait a moment! Why are
you turning the lights down?"

He stood next to the bed, watching
her in silence and smiled, a smile that would likely have had every
girl within a mile faint in heat. Not to mention he was without a
shirt, water still glistening on his pale skin and… Hell! Haruhi
felt like fanning herself.

Suddenly he was on the bed with
her, on top, over her, his large presence seemed to dominate her
entire view until there was only him. "You can pay for the flowers
with your body," he whispered, running a hand over her ribcage and
down to her hips and it was then that she noticed his eyes - they
were icy cold with a barely concealed rage in them, he was angry she
realized. His hand gripped her hip painfully. "You say that being a
man or a woman doesn't matter but I beg the differ…" he said in
a cruel voice before deliberately pushing her dress up. "As a man I
can take you here right now and as a woman, you wouldn't be able to
stop me."

It occurred to her then that though
Kyoya may act nonchalant and unconcerned, he really did care and it
was obvious he didn't like her previous actions anymore then
Tamaki-senpai did.

She blinked at him. "But you
wouldn't." She stated with certainty, she knew that he wouldn't
hurt her, he was showing her, forcing her to understand just why
everyone was angry.

"I wouldn't?" he asked, his
eyes hardening.

"Because you wouldn't gain
anything," she informed him bluntly.

He blinked at her, startled into
silence and then his face broke out into a rare grin and he pulled
away from her laughing. "That's too true!"

Haruhi straightened
and watched him chuckling as he reached for his glasses and put them
on.

He glanced at her, "You know…
you're pretty interesting."

She smiled. "Yeah, just like I
know that you were being kind."

He stared blankly at her. "What
do you mean?"

She tilted her head at him. "Wasn't
that what you were trying to show me?" she asked. "You played the
villain to teach me, right?"

For a moment Kyoya wasn't quite
sure as what to say, for how was it that she could see so easily
through him? He didn't like being called kind, nice or
compassionate, those type of emotions were for people not like him.
He had to strip those emotions away long ago when he had determined
for himself that he would fight to become the heir of his family
empire.

So why was it that when she was
looking at him that way he felt like someone had taken a knife out
and stabbed him in the chest? It shook him and he didn't like that,
not at all.

His eyes narrowed dangerously and
suddenly he reached out and grabbed her, pushing her onto the bed and
pressed himself against her.

"Do not presume that you know
me." He hissed into her ear, his breath sending tingles throughout
her side.

Haruhi didn't
react, the complete trust in her eyes seemingly reading right through
him. She blinked at him as if saying what he was doing was completely
stupid.

Kyoya pulled
away, disappointed and disgusted with himself because what he was
doing was stupid. His complete lack of control was
unforgivable and he turned away, angrily running a hand through his
hair. This was no longer about teaching Haruhi a lesson. When had his
flawless plan fallen apart so easily?

"Kyoya," Haruhi said gently,
laying a hand on his shoulder. "Don't be angry."

The tension drained from his
shoulder as he heard her words and he couldn't seem to understand
how she did that to him - to suddenly get him all angry and then to
take it away from him? What did she have over him? Why was he feeling
this way?

He went from angry, laughing,
annoyed, angry and to confused all in a space of less then an hour.
He wasn't used to expressing such a range of emotions and not in
front of someone else. This was not him.

He turned to her, staring at her
large brown eyes and realized that she was worried about him, he
didn't like that, he didn't like what he saw in her eyes, in fact
he didn't like this situation at all.

He looked away from her, willing
himself to get up when he felt a gentle brush against his cheek, his
startled eyes shot to hers and he felt something shiver through
chest. For a moment he stopped breathing. The moonlight was shinning
brightly through the window and its silver light was caressing her
face. And in that moment her normal, plain, cute face had turned
alluring. Something about her screamed female, perhaps it was her
white dress or the seductive tilt of her head. It wasn't gesture
she did on purpose, it was something instinctive, natural, Haruhi was
probably unaware that she was doing it.

But it that moment, Haruhi was
temptation in it self.

He saw his hand move, as if he was
outside his body looking in, his fingers tracing her soft skin, her
lips and then he was leaning down and taking her lips for his own. It
was soft and he wanted more, he ran a tongue over her bottom lip and
her mouth fell open slightly, it was all the invitation he needed
before he swept in tasting how sweet she really was.

He felt as if time had truly
stopped, and in this silent room, time was meaningless, he had no
idea what he was doing and the consequences was likely going to be
very bad but… he couldn't seem to stop.

They pulled apart, panting slightly
and stared at each other with wide eyes. Haruhi reached out and took
his glasses off, folding them carefully before she placed them on the
bedside table, her eyes never having left his. And then she ran both
hand through his hair and pulled his head down towards her, her lips
opened for him and he could not refuse. He responded, locking his
lips over hers and taking her slim body into his arms. She felt good,
unbelievable good, his heart raced and his hands shook and he wanted
more.

He pulled away slightly, taking in
her dazed look, her swollen lips and couldn't help but smile at the
expression he put there. He knew that if they went too fast, they
would only regret what would happen.

He hated having to stop but it was
for the best.

Suddenly with true premonition,
Kyoya realized what he wanted and he always got what he
wanted.

A truly evil smile lit his face,
poor Tamaki was no longer going to have a daughter.

He looked down at Haruhi in his
arms, he had just scored himself the girl he thought in amusement and
he hadn't even planned on getting her.

He felt a tremble of anticipation
run through him at the war that would break out. His eyes gleamed in
the dark and his evil smile got bigger.

He was going to have fun.

Nekozawa struggled
against the grappling hands of the beings of light who were trying to
take away his darkness when he suddenly felt the evilness in the air.

Tamaki, Hikaru, Kaoru stopped their
teasing and shivered.

Something was coming.

End

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